soul shifting

Shen An——The nameless orphan used to have a few beggar friends when he was wandering and begging on the street. Later, he was adopted by Elder Shen, and he still kept in touch with them, occasionally helping them.Shen An thought of this, and under the guise of a beggar friend, made up an identity for the child.

He said that this was the son of his beggar buddy, his father was dead, and now he was helpless.He also made up a matching story: last night, he drove back to the village at night. On the way, he first met bad guys and had a fight with them, and then met his friend and his son.Both the father and the son were poisoned, the adult had already died of the poison, and only the son was still alive, so it was his duty to bring the child back to take care of him.

Shen An's storytelling is very sensational, and the people in the village are filled with sympathy, and they all feel that Hall Master Shen is really a good brother who values ​​love and righteousness.

The boy was lying on the bed in the side room, his joints were stiff, his muscles were tense, his hands and feet were cold, his skin was pale and blue, and it was so thin that it was almost shattered.

Dr. Liang held up the child's cold hand, concentrating on his pulse, Shen An limped to the side room, and sent the maid away.Noise interference is the most taboo for the pulse signal, Shen An sat obediently and quietly by the bed and waited, and the needle drop could be heard in the room.

The doctor felt the pulse for a while, then frowned, and said to himself: "Could it be..."

Shen An hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

Dr. Liang shook his head in confusion, and said, "Let me see again." He pinched the child's cheeks, trying to see his tongue, but the muscles on the child's face were as hard as cold iron. They didn't even open their mouths.Dr. Liang had no choice but to take out a silver needle from the medicine box and pierce the Tanzhong acupoint on the child's chest.

He gently twisted the end of the silver needle, and then suddenly pulled out the needle, the child's stiff fingers moved!

Dr. Liang sniffed the tip of the needle, his face darkened, and he said to Shen An, "It's Yingyu San."

Shen An asked: "What kind of poison is this? Do you know how to cure it?"

Dr. Liang sighed: "Yingyu powder is not a strange poison that is difficult to cure, but this child's poisoning is too deep, the meridians are blocked, and the antidote can't melt in. Yingyu powder can be poisoned by inhalation or contact, and can paralyze people. The meridians of the poisoned person, the skin of the poisoned person is transparent and blue, like Yingyu, hence the name. If this poison is used normally, the effect is similar to that of Mongolian sweat medicine. The joints and muscles are stiff, and the blood is blocked. I am afraid that it will be dangerous, and it must be soaked in Yingyu powder for nearly a year before the poisoning is so deep. The person who poisoned it is really ruthless."

Shen An's heart twitched, as if being stabbed by a small thorn.

Can it be saved?

He brushed the child's eyelashes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Please think of a way."

Dr. Liang sighed again: "The old man is not good at medicine, so he can only prescribe a prescription for Yingyu Sanjie. If he wipes his body with wine every morning and evening, it should allow him to live longer, but if he really wants to To save him, you need to consult the famous doctors in the world, there may be another way."

Shen An nodded: "Thank you doctor, I will let the servant follow you to grab the medicine."

Dr. Liang clasped his fists: "The old man will take his leave first."

Shen An got off the bed, didn't wear shoes, walked to the desk with bare feet, and wrote a letter like flying, the handwriting was quite rough, the line spacing was a mystery, but it had a unique and unruly aura.He sealed the envelope, opened the door and called out, "Come here!"

A servant ran into the courtyard upon hearing the sound, and Shen An handed him the letter: "Send someone to deliver the letter to Elder Yao Bingqing's residence in Wuqingshui, immediately."

It was the first time that the servant saw his hall master so serious, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and ran away in a hurry.

Today is the day when the new batch of Promise Sect disciples settled in Huoyun Villa, Shen An went back to the house and put on a black martial robe, put a chill on his waist, and limped to meet his disciples.Although Dr. Liang's dressing skills are very good, the wound is long and deep, and the pain is still unbearable after walking for a long time. When Shen An walked near the front yard, his lips were pale and pale.

The front yard of Huoyun Villa is very large. There are no houses built around the yard, but small wooden pavilions built around it to prevent rain and wind.There were a hundred or so young people standing in the courtyard, the oldest was no more than seventeen, and the youngest was just twelve.

This group of teenagers is a new batch of disciples of the Promise Sect. They rode from Xuanmiao Pavilion to Huoyun Villa early in the morning, and stood in a neat square formation in the front yard, waiting for the hall master to inspect.They stood from dawn to mid-sun, but the hall master never disappeared.The disciples were tired from standing, and gathered in twos and threes to chat in the pavilion. Only one youngest was still standing there under the sun.

A little girl wearing a pair of shofars asked the boy beside her, "Why hasn't Hall Master Shen come yet?"

The boy sat on the railing of the pavilion, shaking his legs and said, "The injury hasn't healed yet, didn't the servant just say that he was injured."

The little girl wrapped her long sideburns around her fingers: "He is coming soon, shall we stand up first?"

The young man scratched his forehead: "Forget it, let's get more sun." He wore a pair of double dragon opera pearls on his head and wiped his forehead red, which was a little tight and always itchy. Stand together, there is nothing to be afraid of."

The little girl pointed to the boy in the middle of the yard: "But he stood up."

The boy curled his lips: "He's about to faint from the heat, look, he's starting to shake."

The child had been basking in the sun for nearly an hour, suffering from severe heat stroke, and tilted to one side with a top-heavy foot, but did not fall on the expected hard ground, but fell into a big warm hand.

"Sorry kids, I'm late." Shen Anping said calmly, not angry because the disciples didn't line up.He helped the heatstroke boy into the pavilion, and said gently, "Sit down and rest for a while."

All the disciples were like a mountain of wild monkeys jumping around just now, when they saw the hall master, they immediately lined up and clasped their fists at Shen An: "Hall master Shen!"

Shen An nodded, and walked up to the disciples step by step, pointing to his injured leg: "The injury is serious, I kept everyone waiting for a long time."

He sighed: "The master of the hall rushed back to the villa overnight from Xuanmiao Pavilion last night. He wanted to check carefully the residence and the martial arts field prepared for everyone. Unexpectedly, he met a group of gangsters on the road. Not only did his horse die, but his leg was also injured. , Even the treasure statue that the leader just rewarded yesterday was destroyed by them." Shen An shook his head, and exaggeratedly sighed: "Poor old horse, he is about to retire and enjoy the blessings, unlucky and unlucky, it is really the blood of eight lifetimes." mold."

As an elder, he didn't show any seriousness. In the eyes of the younger generation, he was actually quite funny. Several disciples lowered their heads and secretly covered their mouths to laugh.

Shen An said sternly again: "It's been a lot of time, so let's gossip less, let's get straight to the point."

The servant pushed over a weapon rack, which not only contained conventional weapons such as swords, sticks, bows/crossbows, but also a bunch of hidden assassin weapons of all kinds.

Shen An froze and fanned himself with this murder weapon: "Everyone, come here one by one, and I will help you choose the most suitable weapon according to your physical fitness."

The ground in the front yard was not paved with bluestone slabs, and the disciples stepped forward one by one, kicking, punching and jumping up and down, causing dust to fly in the yard for a while.

The messenger Shen An sent to deliver the letter to Elder Yao was also dusty on the official road riding on horseback.

The hall master's letter was an urgent one, and the courier did not dare to delay. He rode a horse during the day and a car at night. When he arrived at the post station, he bought dry food and left. He ate and slept on the road.It took him three days of traveling day and night to deliver the letter. By the time Yao Bingqing arrived at Huoyun Villa, it was already five days later.

During these five days, according to Dr. Liang's doctor's instructions, Shen An rubbed the boy's body with medicinal wine every day, dredged his acupoints with internal force, and let the medicinal wine absorb as much as possible, but he was still weakening day by day, and his breathing and heartbeat became more and more serious. light.Shen An was afraid that his condition would suddenly worsen at night, and she was worried about letting the maid guard him, so she carried him to her bed and slept with him, and took care of him all night, not daring to fall asleep.

Hall Master Shen couldn't sleep peacefully at night, but had to get up early during the day to lead his disciples to practice martial arts, he was tortured beyond human form.As soon as Yao Bingqing arrived, he finally waited for a savior and shouted ecstatically, "Elder Yao, I miss you so much!"

Yao Bingqing was speechless for a moment, the roots of her ears were slightly red, and she said expressionlessly: "Don't be poor, where is the patient?" She tied a bun on the top of her head today, and the rest of her hair was loose on her shoulders and back. The ears were covered, and Shen An's eyes were wide open, but he didn't notice anything.

Shen An took her to his room, and graciously moved a stool for her: "This child is seriously ill. If you can cure him, I will treat you to something delicious."

Yao Bingqing didn't bother to talk to him, and concentrated on taking the patient's pulse.The child was lying behind the green gauze bed curtain, with only one small hand sticking out, which smelled strongly of alcohol.

Shen An also moved a stool for himself, and sat next to Yao Bingqing, with a bright spring smile on his face, the reason is unknown.Yao Bingqing glanced at him several times, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, and asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Shen An said: "Don't you ask who this child is? Don't you look at what he looks like?"

Yao Bingqing glanced at him: "You have already said in your letter that you are a friend's child, so why should I ask? It doesn't matter what it looks like, it's the same anyway."

Shen An lifted the curtain of the bed and said, "Look."

The child on the bed is as delicate as a work of art, with long and dense black eyelashes.

Yao Bingqing glanced up, and was taken aback immediately, his face paled, and he stuttered: "This, this, this, isn't this that, that 'statue'?"

Shen An laughed: "That's right, I rescued him, and he was not discovered by the leader. How about it, isn't it amazing?"

Yao Bingqing's expression was as if he had just eaten a whole fresh lemon.

Shen An explained how he replaced the real person with a straw dummy, how he fought against a group of men in black robes in the woods, and used their hands to make the leader think that the statue had been destroyed, how he made up a reasonable life story for the child, and how he died in five years. For days and nights, he watched him without sleep and told Yao Bingqing all about it. He said it very proudly, and felt that he was really witty, brave, bold and careful.

After listening to his heroic deeds, Yao Bingqing said coolly: "One night, you were bravely fighting gangsters and helping friends' orphans. You are really busy, why didn't you bring back your 'beggar friend who unfortunately died of poison' How about a proper burial? Just throw it into the woods?"

It's really a blessing that the servants of Huoyun Villa can believe Shen An's nonsense, obviously the loopholes in his story are so big that Nuwa even struggles to patch them up.

Shen An had a hippie smile on his face: "It's negligent, it's negligent." He immediately said seriously: "I spent so much effort to bring him back, but if you can't cure him, it's all useless. How? Is there any help?"

Yao Bingqing nodded: "It can be saved. First use acupuncture to dredge the meridians, and then take a bath with Yingyu San antidote to detoxify. It's just that he has been poisoned for too long and the meridians are damaged. Even if his life is saved, he will be left with some disabilities in the future. She took out the silver needle she carried with her and used a special set of acupuncture methods to stimulate the acupuncture points all over the child.This set of acupuncture is Wuqingshui's unique skill, created by Yao Bingqing's mother, the previous Wuqingshui elder.

Yao Bingqing glanced at Shen An and asked, "What are you going to do with him in the future?"

Shen An brushed the child's long and dense eyelashes with her fingertips: "He is now the orphan of my 'beggar buddy', of course I want to raise him as my own son."

Yao Bingqing injects internal force into the silver needle, and uses external force to unblock the blocked meridians.Her internal energy was like a stream of beautiful heat, slowly flowing through the child's stiff limbs, gradually warming up his cold hands and feet.

She asked softly: "You obviously don't know him, why are you willing to spend so much effort to save him?"

Shen An scratched the tip of her nose: "I didn't know each other before, but I will know each other later. Why do I have to know each other before I can help?"

Yao Bingqing took a deep look at him, his heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: "It is easy to add flowers to the cake, but it is difficult to give charcoal in the snow. Most people may not even take action when their friends are in trouble, let alone strangers they don't know? You are really a... Nice guy."

Shen An went on to say: "What's more, this child is so handsome, and he will definitely be a rich and handsome young man in the future. It's a pity that he died young."

Yao Bingqing sneered, and tossed the written prescription to Shen An: "This is the prescription for Yingyu's antidote. I also added a few medicines for nourishing blood and Qi, so that he can recover quickly. Find a big cauldron To cook the medicine, put a shelf on top of the pot, let him smoke in the steam first, wait until the medicine is cooked, and it will be cool enough for people to go in, and then soak him in."

Shen An asked: "How long does it take for him to come out?"

Yao Bingqing said: "Soak until the blue color on your body fades before coming out. The potion should be heated at any time, don't let it get cold."

Shen An nodded, called the servant to take the prescription to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and asked: "Elder Yao, do you want to stay at my Huoyun Villa for a few days? There is a restaurant in the nearby Chiyuan Town, which serves braised pork It tastes very good."

Yao Bingqing put on his robe and said, "There is still something to do in the organization, I have to go back quickly, let's talk about it next time."

As the ruthless water elder, she was busy with affairs, so Shen An couldn't force her to stay, so she asked her servants to fill the water bottle for her, and sent her to the gate of the villa himself.

Yao Bingqing stepped on the white horse and said to Shen An: "Let's go first, see you at the end of the month, don't forget to promise me."

Shen An smiled and said, "I can't forget it."

As soon as she flicked the rein, the white horse galloped along the mountain road, leaving behind a wisp of swirling smoke and dust in front of the Huoyun Villa.

Yao Bingqing seemed to whisper something in front of the royal horse, but Shen An didn't hear it clearly, and when he wanted to ask again, the horse had already run away.Shen An shook his head, thinking that he might have misheard.He wandered unsteadily to the martial arts arena, and went to make a surprise spot check on the cultivation of the disciples.

In fact, Shen An did not mishear, Yao Bingqing said in a voice that was softer than a mosquito: "You can call me A Yao."

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